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Sunday, January 14, 2007

from a whisper to a scream

"In some ways, betrayal is inevitable. When our bodies betray us, surgery is often the key to recovery. When we betray each other, the path to recovery is less clear. We do whatever it takes to rebuild the trust that was lost. And then there are some wounds, some betrayals... that are so deep, so profound that there is no way to repair what was lost. And when that happens, there's nothing left to do but wait."


sorry eilania. didnt mean it.

my wound bled again @ 1:29 am

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

finito

i'm done living a lie.
the truth always rears its ugly head.
nothing is ever what it seems.


this blog is closed.


finito

my wound bled again @ 10:03 pm

Sunday, January 07, 2007


oh, and that reminds me. jo? rain's coming to singapore on the 21st of jan. sucks to be you. =]

<3 rahrah

my wound bled again @ 10:39 pm

YESSSSS. the internets up!

went out with dad to funan the IT mall yesterday. he bought a computer. =]]]]]] yes yes i know i'm a nerd.


ANNNYWAY. i've been getting super pissed. why? WHY? the bloody new router just wont work! i'm using my old one here. the new one sucks! somehow i cant even get into blogger, or register my comp for the warranty. IT STINKS! blistering barnacles.


anyway. what have i been up to? nothing much i guess. some huge blow out fights with my brother dearest, trying to study for the SATs, getting my bloody left eye lid slit open by the eye surgeon to get all that pus and blood out, ummmmm. let me think. anymore? OH YES. getting the worst cramps i've ever gotten since last year (yes that means 2006) and sitting around wishing i was at orientation with my friends. yea, thats about it.


it stinks when everyones on holiday and youre not. it also stinks when youre on holiday and everyone else isnt. BLAH. life stinks. been watching greys anatomy recently. and wooooh! i'm telling ya, sandra oh is my new idol. eric dane is my new hottie. and IZZIE STEVENS IS MY NEW INTENDED MURDER TARGET! although i know shes a character and i cant kill a tv character I STILL HATE HER THAT STUPID ANNOYING BEEEEEETCH! so yea. =]]


anyway, i realise i havent spoken much about spain. nothing much to tell, really. there was this family with a REALLY annoying kid when i just wanted to stab and slit and physically mutilate with knives and my fists and do very bad stuff to which involves pushing his nose bone up his skull into his brain turning it to mush BECAUSE I HATE KIDS! groowwwwwwl.


so. yea. other than that were heaps of bankers and big shot people on the trip. i hung around people who wore prada burberry loewe LV dior AND EVERYTHING ELSE WHICH I CANNOT AFFORD!! (sob) and my annoying brother who gave me the hardest time of my life being SO FRICKIN embarrassing! and. annoying people as well. annoying, happy people who talk. couldnt stand them. bah.


AAANYWAY. i'm lazy i'm gonna watch greys anatomy now. LATERS CHICCCCCAS!

my wound bled again @ 10:18 pm

searing
the
pain